Extracting skills from movies

When Ye Jingzhi announced the price, everyone not only didn't think it was expensive, but actually felt it was worth it:
"3999 and 4699? This phone is such a great deal!"

"They're $598 and $698 overseas, cheaper than the new iPhone 3 released earlier this year, let's go!"

After the one-hour press conference, the venue instantly transformed into an experience zone.

Fifteen demo units were set up, with each person limited to playing for three minutes.

The live TV broadcast stopped, but the webcam was still pointed at the demo area.

Seeing everyone queuing up eagerly and looking excited after they got to play, those who couldn't attend were so envious they were practically stamping their feet in envy.
"I want to go too!"

"Where is the flagship store in Beijing? I'm heading there now!"

Miracle Mobile had already established a presence in 18 countries and regions. Within an hour of the launch event, long queues formed outside its stores in Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, Tokyo, and Seoul.

The queue circled halfway around the mall, with some people holding up signs that read "Looking to Buy".

Orders on the official website are skyrocketing.

By evening, domestic sales had exceeded 100,000 units!
Miracle's official Weibo account and Du Sheng's account immediately made the announcement, and the comment section was immediately flooded with messages:
"Congratulations!"

"I got it!"

They're not ambiguous about overseas markets either.

The queues at the New York flagship store were longer than those in Beijing, and the demo area in Paris was packed every night.

The foreigner was playing on his phone and exclaiming:
"Even more impressive than Apple's fourth-generation concept phone to be released next year!"

Only Steve Jobs of Apple, after watching the presentation, looked grim and immediately gathered his team, slamming his fist on the table.

"Accelerate the development of fourth-generation technology! We can't let miracles steal the market!"

Ye Jingzhi had already streamlined the process.

Orders, production, and logistics are all interconnected.

Sales exploded, but the company didn't panic. The factory worked around the clock, and logistics trucks kept shipping out orders.

From that day on, the "Miracle Phone" and "Ye Jingzhi" became widely known.

People are talking about it both online and offline:
"Did you see what Ye Jingzhi looked like at the press conference?"
Beautiful and elegant, she's truly a woman of both beauty and talent!

"What's so special about Mr. Du? How does he always manage to find rich and beautiful women, and they're all so amazing?"

"I think it's because President Du is so good at managing people!"
Look at these beautiful women, after being with him, they're all like they've been given a cheat code, getting stronger and stronger!

"My God! Is this really something made by us Chinese people?"

It feels like the future has been pulled right before my eyes, like a dream!

"Their slogan, 'Touch the future, miracles happen,' is no joke; they've got the vibe down perfectly!"

"I watched the entire press conference closely, and the touchscreen was so smooth it was like it was coated with oil!"
Especially playing "Flash Fighter," it fully showcased the immersive experience of touchscreen gameplay; it made my hands itch to play!

"People used to say that technology changes lives, and now I really believe it!"
Enough said, I'm placing the order now, one for each of my parents!

This press conference not only made Miracle Phone an instant hit, but also upgraded Ye Jingzhi from "Princess of the Ye Family" to "Goddess CEO of the Tech Circle".

When discussing the history of smartphone development, no one can avoid mentioning this year's sensational product launch.

And no one will forget Ye Jingzhi, who stood under the spotlight, beautiful and elegant.

Of course, there were also many doubts:
Is it really as miraculous as they claim?

With such a big screen, wouldn't it shatter into pieces if dropped?

I still trust Nokia; it'll even crack walnuts with it!

"Old phones are so much more convenient to use, while these smartphones are all flashy and look like gimmicks."

Whether it's easy to use or not is another matter, the main problem is the price is outrageous!

That's normal. When something is new, there will always be people watching and people arguing. It's only real when there are both praise and criticism.

Interestingly, after the phone became a hit, the one who stole the show wasn't Ye Jingzhi, who was shining on stage, but rather Du Sheng.

Netizens dubbed him the "King of Miracles".

Why?

It's all because Ye Jingzhi just can't stop talking on stage; she can't stop mentioning Du Sheng in three sentences:
"This design was drawn up by General Manager Du!"

"The direction of chip development was decided by President Du!"

"The system's design concept was also provided by President Du..."

Later, someone counted that she mentioned Du Sheng a total of 28 times during the one-hour press conference, averaging one mention every two minutes.

This "crazy husband-showing" stunt has gone viral on social media.

The top trending topic on YY's Weibo was "President Ye, you've been exposed!", which dominated the list with over 2000 million views and over a million discussions, almost crashing the server.

To put it bluntly, people prefer watching the dog food (a Chinese slang term for public displays of affection) to code parameters.

"Now I understand. President Ye wasn't holding a press conference at all; he was clearly using this opportunity to show off his manhood to the whole world!"

"Hilarious, did you guys notice?"
Every time President Du was mentioned, Ye Jingzhi's eyes lit up, and she couldn't hide her smile, turning the entire press conference into a massive display of affection.

"Who would have thought that watching a mobile phone launch would involve being bombarded with PDA? Single people like me are almost dying from the sweetness!"

"To summarize, after all that talk, Mr. Ye's core message can be summed up in one sentence."

My man is the best in the world!

"Did you notice the details? The camera cut to Du Sheng, who was keeping a low profile in the audience. He clearly didn't want to steal the spotlight and wanted Ye Jingzhi to be in the center, but she couldn't help it and kept praising him the whole time."

"Don't just praise Brother Sheng, President Ye also deserves a lot of credit!"

She shouldered the responsibility for everything: the team, the supply chain, and the production schedule.
Without her, this phone wouldn't have been produced.

As the celebration banquet came to an end that evening, Ye Jingzhi leaned against Du Sheng's chest and scrolled through her phone, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons as she read the comments.

She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling:
"Ah Sheng, did I let the team down today?"

Du Sheng lightly patted her bottom and said slowly:

Whether it's a hindrance or not, I'll only know after I've personally verified it.

Ye Jingzhi immediately sat up straight, striking an elegant and captivating pose, and drawled out her words:

"Then please have Mr. Du inspect it personally!"

After a thorough and insightful examination, Du Sheng concluded:
"This isn't holding us back; it's absolutely fantastic."

The next morning, Ye Jingzhi got up feeling refreshed.

She practiced Crane Fist more diligently than Zhong Zhen, and with Du Sheng's "special massage," her physical condition improved more and more, and she was full of energy as if she had been recharged.

Although the Miracle Phone had a phenomenal start, there were still a lot of things to deal with afterward. Production quality had to be closely monitored, and the yield rate couldn't be compromised.

We also need to ramp up our marketing efforts, continuing to rely on TVING and Lianzhong, and finding a group of livestreamers to do unboxing reviews and build positive word-of-mouth...

Therefore, she has many things to do.

Du Sheng also specifically instructed that investment in chips should be increased to guard against any underhanded tactics from the United States.

Tianji Chip now has a solid design foundation and its production team has been working together for two years, making it the perfect time to make a strong push.

Ye Jingzhi was busy with the follow-up on her phone, and Du Sheng also had to rush back to the set of "Agent 3" to film.

The two weren't young lovers; they simply waved goodbye and parted ways.

October has arrived before we knew it, and filming for "Agent 3" is already more than halfway complete.

With the previous two installments as a foundation, the main creative team being almost entirely the same, and Du Sheng's reputation for "one-take success" being well-deserved, this speed is not excessive.

Key storylines have already been filmed, including three perilous situations, a thrilling car chase, escaping a kidnapping, sending his sister to the embassy for protection, and finding the hiding place of the final boss, Watanabe Taro.

The crew has now moved to Tokyo and is about to film the 'return hunt' moment.

Yang Yongjie uses his memory to find the hideout of gang leader Watanabe Taro, breaks into the gang's lair alone, rescues his ex-girlfriend, and eliminates the gang completely.

Watanabe Taro, having lost his son Watanabe Ichiro (the BOSS of Agent 2) to Yang Yongjie's murder, vowed revenge and thus entered the fray, leading to the final showdown.

"All departments, get ready! 3, 2, 1, action!"

Dante Lam's voice echoed across the set via walkie-talkie.

The Tokyo night fog, carrying the smell of rust, made the seaside poison factory look like a black hole.

Du Sheng stood under the dockside streetlights, his black trench coat fluttering in the sea breeze, blood seeping from the freshly bandaged wound on his left arm, leaving dark brown stains on the fabric.

To accurately portray the character's state after "just experiencing a breakout," the props team specially smeared semi-dried blood on the edges of the gauze.
When the wind blows, the fabric clings to the skin, giving it a real sticky feel.

He took out his pocket watch, inside which was a photo of Yang Mi and Zhang Zhi.

Half an hour ago, he watched his sister enter the embassy safely, and now his chest is filled with the obsession to save his ex-girlfriend.

The iron gate of the poison factory was so rusted that you could twist off the metal. Du Sheng gripped the crack in the gate with his fingertips and pulled it open with a sudden burst of force. The creaking sound of the hinge breaking was particularly jarring in the silence.

A few dim tungsten filament lamps illuminated the workshop, their light filtering through the suspended dust and revealing the discarded anchor parts scattered all over the floor.

A dozen or so gangsters were drinking around an iron barrel, their AK-47s and machetes gleaming coldly at their waists.

Du Sheng took a deep breath, his fingertips brushing against the prop Black Star pistol tucked at his waist. The coldness of the gun spread from his fingertips to his limbs, and he instantly entered the state of the character "Yang Yongjie".

Dante Lam stood behind the monitor, watching Du Sheng's every move on the screen.

He values ​​the "realism of action" the most; even the angle at which a gun is drawn must conform to the logic of actual combat.

"Action!"

Du Sheng walked along the wall with his body bent over, his leather shoes making a soft "crunching" sound as they stepped on the steel slag scattered on the ground.

On a high platform in the steel mill, three stuntmen playing gangsters are smoking tobacco around an iron bucket.
The props team placed dry ice in the iron bucket beforehand, and the white smoke overflowed from the bucket, blurring the vision and adding a touch of eeriness to the scene.

Du Sheng's eyes narrowed, and he quickly drew his gun with his right hand, his arm as steady as if it were on a support.

"Bang! Bang!" Two empty packets rang out, and the gangsters on the platform fell to the ground as planned. The blood packs on their bodies exploded, and red blood splattered onto the black steel frame, a shocking sight.

The remaining people instantly erupted in chaos; some reached for their guns, while others grabbed steel pipes from the ground.

Du Sheng charged in like a cheetah, grabbing a man's wrist with his left hand and snatching his AK-47 with his right. He slammed the butt of the gun into the man's temple, and the man fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

"Baka! It's that Chinese special forces soldier!"

Someone roared and fired a shot. The bullet grazed Du Sheng's ear and hit the steel plate behind him, sending sparks flying.

Du Sheng rolled on the spot and hid behind the abandoned ship engine. Using the engine's metal casing as cover, he raised his hand and fired three shots in quick succession, and the three gangsters fell to the ground.

He took the opportunity to change the magazine, and just as his fingers touched the new magazine, he heard the sound of wind overhead.

A burly man swung a steel pipe down, and Du Sheng jerked his head to the side. The pipe slammed into the engine with a clang, making his hand go numb.

Before the other party could retract his weapon, Du Sheng bent his knee and pressed it against the burly man's abdomen. The burly man groaned, and in the instant he bent over, Du Sheng grabbed his neck with his left hand, and with a flash of cold light from his right hand, he used a dagger to slit the man's carotid artery.

Blood splattered on his trench coat, but Du Sheng didn't pause at all. He turned around and threw the dagger like a dart at the two gangsters rushing towards him, accurately piercing one of them in the throat. At the same time, he raised his hand and fired a gun, hitting the other in the chest.

Screams echoed throughout the workshop as Du Sheng trudged through the mess, each step filled with determination.

"Great! Keep this rhythm!"

Dante Lam's voice came through the walkie-talkie. Du Sheng didn't stop and moved forward under the cover of smoke.

As soon as we arrived at the basement level, two gangsters jumped out from behind steel pillars, one holding a prop steel pipe and the other wielding a rubber machete.

Du Sheng dodged the sweeping steel pipe by sidestepping, grabbed the other man's wrist with his left hand, and slammed the butt of his gun into his temple with his right hand. The stuntman groaned and fell to the ground in perfect coordination.

Another man took the opportunity to swing his knife, but Du Sheng bent down to dodge, and at the same time tripped the man, pressing his knee into his back and pinning him to the ground.

This set of movements was fluid and graceful, the result of a long day of rehearsals between him and the martial arts instructor, with every point of force applied precisely to the centimeter.

"Change the magazine faster!"

Dante Lam suddenly called a halt, walked over to Peng Yu-yan, who played the minor leader, and personally demonstrated:

"In real combat, your opponent won't give you time to hesitate. Your finger should be close to the magazine, and the moment you pull it out, it must be aligned with the magazine slot, understand?"

Peng Yuyan nodded and practiced the magazine-changing action five times until Lin Chaoxian nodded in satisfaction.

"One more!"

After filming resumed, Peng Yuyan looked tense.

After two attempts to film him, this "roadblock" was finally shot in the head.

The whole process took less than ten seconds. Du Sheng stood in the pool of blood, his chest rising and falling slightly.

He didn't stop, but walked down the stairs to the second basement level, stepping on the edge of the stairs with each step to avoid making a sound.

The warehouse door was ajar, and Watanabe Taro's sinister voice could be faintly heard coming from inside.
"If you don't tell me where Yang Yongjie is, I'll throw you into the sea to feed the sharks!"

Behind the door, the Japanese actor playing the BOSS, Watanabe Taro, sat on an iron chair, his eyes sinister and crazed.

In the center of the warehouse, Cecilia Cheung, playing the role of the ex-girlfriend, is tied to a steel frame, her hair disheveled, her face covered in fake bruises, and her eyes filled with terror.

Four bodyguards stood beside her, each holding a machine gun, all pointed at her, perfectly matching the atmosphere of the scene.

"Oh!"

Du Sheng quickly approached and glanced at the door, then suddenly kicked it open and pulled the trigger.

Two bullets struck the leftmost bodyguard in the forehead and chest, respectively.

The remaining two bodyguards immediately raised their guns and fired, the bullets whizzing past and hitting the wall, sending up cement dust.

Du Sheng quickly hid behind the door, using the door frame as cover, and fired continuously, taking down two more bodyguards.

He quickly untied the ropes binding Zhang Zhi, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly.

The bullet just grazed Zhang Zhi's hair; if it had been any slightly off, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"You'd better get out of here! Watanabe Taro has heavy weapons!"

Zhang Zhi grabbed his arm, her eyes filled with worry.

As soon as he finished speaking, Watanabe Taro pushed out an M134 Vulcan cannon, its barrel gleaming coldly, like a wild beast with its jaws wide open.

"Want to leave? It's not that easy!"

Watanabe Taro laughed maniacally, his finger on the trigger:

"Today, both of you will be buried with my son!"

The props team had installed a smoke generator next to the cannon barrel beforehand; the moment the switch was pressed, white smoke billowed out.

Combined with the fire effects to be added later, it instantly creates a sense of tension, like "the Vulcan cannon firing."

…(End of this chapter)